If I were a female hummingbird perched stillAnd quiet on an upper myrtle branchIn the spring afternoon and if you were a maleAlone in the whole heavens before me, having partedYourself, for me, from cedar top and honeysuckle stemAnd earth down, your body hovering in midairFar away from jewelweed, thistle, and bee balm;

And if I watched how you fell, plummeting before me,And how you rose again and fell, with such masteryThat I believed for a moment you were the skyAnd the red-marked bird diving inside your circumferenceWas just the physical revelation of the light'sMost perfect desire;

And if I saw your sweeping and suckingPerformance of swirling egg and semen in the air,The weaving, twisting vision of red petalAnd nectar and soaring rump, the rush of your wingIn its grand confusion of arcing and splittingCreated completely out of nothing just for me,

Then when you came down to me, I would call youMy own spinning bloom of ruby sage, my funnellingStorm of sunlit sperm and pollen, my only breathlessPiece of scarlet sky, and I would bless the baseOf each of your feathers and touch the tineOf string muscles binding your wings and tasteThe odor of your glistening oils and huntThe honey in your crimson flareAnd I would take you and take you and take youDeep into any kind of nest you ever wanted.

"And if I watched how you fell, plummeting before me,And how you rose again and fell, with such masteryThat I believed for a moment you were the skyAnd the red-marked bird diving inside your circumferenceWas just the physical revelation of the light'sMost perfect desire..."

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